For the next few minutes I follow Tabitha around the house as she quickly picks up pieces of things here and there. I fluff a pillow or two and finally we end up in the kitchen as she pulls out heavy square containers of pre-made side dishes."Ridge made the pasta salad because it's a specialty, but I bought the rest. Don't tell." She takes out a container of mashed potatoes and steps back counting the dishes before setting it at the end of the line.Every surface in the oversized kitchen is covered with bowls, plates, and other dishes. "Do you think you have enough food?"She stops to survey the area again, one finger tapping on the end of her chin. "I don't. Do you think so? I'm worried."I laugh a small chuckle but she doesn't join. "Tabitha, I was kidding. You have enough food here to supply half of the town.She shakes her head solemnly. "You've never seen these guys eat. Have you?"I guess not. I've seen Huxley, and the way he put away the entire dish of twice-baked p
Crispin steps forward again, his arms outstretched like he's making an imaginary big fish story. Big guns," he says drawing more laughter."Where is your wife?" one of the guys asks and I tense at Huxley's side.Tabitha doesn't seem fazed at all. She laughs and rolls her eyes."Bennett had to pick up a friend. They'll both be here shortly. This guy works independently, but I put a word out with my connections on the West Coast and he stopped by to get more direction.""I want everyone to understand," Ridge says, his voice raising to get the attention of the guys in the yard. "Huxley is point on this because of his experience, but you're a team and each of you will be asked to step up at various times to put your expertise to use. What good are we as a security team if we can't keep our own people in town safe?"There a few grumbles from the men in agreement."Each of you agreed to move to Pelican Bay and be a part of this team. This town is now your town. Let's take care of
Huxley holds my hand as we walk out of the small Pelican Bay church. More paint flakes off the steps leaving behind the weathered pine boards that are who knows how old. Each week a collection is taken to get the church painted, but as the congregation is small and old so it's slow going."Today was a nice service," Huxley says, letting his arms swing between us for a moment as he walks to my car.I nod using that as my agreement. The two of us have settled into a nice routine. Anyone who met us for the first time may think we'd been together for years, but Huxley and I have found a happy middle ground. We seem to get one another and our personalities mesh well. I'm sure in time, eventually we'll have our first big fight, but my boyfriend is so calm and logical I have a feeling it won't last long. Until then I've decided to enjoy myself and go with the flow. It's something I used to be able to do quite often before the mess with Archer started. I need to find carefree Winnie again.
"I just want to say, I still think it's a really bad idea." Anessa wears a hole in the carpet at the front of the Pelican Bay bed-and-breakfast while we wait for Frankie.Katy rolls her eyes. "Your concerns have been noted. Follow the plan and it will work fine.""When have any of your plans worked out fine?" Anessa questions."Only because no one sticks to them," Katy retorts.We'd probably be more apt to stick to them if they weren't so crazy in the first place. There aren't many of Katy's plans that don't go belly up within the first few minutes. Which the way it looks right now this one's going to end up the same unless the person we're meeting shows up soon."At least we're meeting in public this time," Anessa says as she surveys the décor in the bed-and-breakfast."See? We're always learning something new.""Shhh," Anessa whispers when a tall dark man with gelled back hair comes walking in from the front bed-and-breakfast doors."Anessa," he says taking her hand a
HUXLEY PUTS the car in park but doesn't shut off the engine."Are you ready for this?" he asks looking at me from the corner of his eye.My heartrate picks up in my chest, anxiety causing sweat to gather at my brow. Even though I know exactly what he means, I don't want to admit it to him or me.I spent all afternoon at the bakery while Huxley was with Ridge doing... whatever it is he does with Ridge. I already have a lot of anxiety, so I've decided it's best if I don't ask him what he's doing exactly right now. We've spent all day avoiding it and each other, but now we have to go in and deal with the elephant eating all the food in my fridge and sleeping on my couch. Huxley isn't going to want an update on Archer and to find out how many more days he needs.I may be delusional, but I'm not that delusional. There's no way Archer has the money around today, even though secretively I cross my fingers on the side of the seat hoping for a different outcome."You avoided this long
The key to my apartment door turns slowly and I keep my free hand fingers crossed, hopeful Archer won't be here and then I can call Huxley before he even gets back to town. All my problems will be solved.Of course, life never works out that way and when my door swings open Archer jumps up from the couch. The one he's been sitting on, staring at the door and waiting for us to come home all day. Some things never change.When I walk in by myself, a smile breaks out across his soft face. One I loved for so many years, but now only the good memories make me smile."Where's your guard dog? He's usually only a few feet behind you.""Not now, Archer," I say rubbing a finger on my eye to get the last few tears wiped away.I'm tired and worried I made the biggest mistake of my life. But is it really so wrong to not want someone I spent years of my life with kicked to the curb? Even if he's an asshole. Sure, he lied and stole, but some of what we had was good. Right?"I think the ti
"Remember, Winnie, these guys have big egos. Grovel a little and tell him how awesome he is and how sorry you are and it will all be fine." Katy stops the car in front of the sidewalk next to the side door of the Pelican Bay bed-and-breakfast.I hesitate. Even after telling her about my big screw-up, Katy didn't call me a dumb ass — well she did, but it was completely in a best friend way — she just drove me to the bed-and-breakfast giving me a little pep talk."Are you sure?" I worry I messed up with Huxley. What if he's not even in the bed-and-breakfast?Katy unlocks the doors and smiles. "I've seen it work with the Ridge and Bennett all the time. Give it a few days and you'll have the guy wrapped around your little finger again."I nod once in a power move, gathering my courage. Katy's right. I've got this. "Thanks, Katy. You're the best.""Just one more thing," she says as my hand hovers over the door handle. "The next time you attend a barbecue chocked full of hot guys,
"Come on, Princess. It's time to wake up." Huxley shakes my shoulder, but I snuggle into him more."No." I latch on with both my hands so he can't pull away.I forget how strong he is. Huxley moves me to the edge of the bed effortlessly. As my body leaves the mattress, I let go of my hold, leaving him standing on the side by himself."Huxley, I don't want to get up." There's a reason I don't take the doughnut-making shifts at the bakery.I hate mornings and also Anessa is way too bright and cheery at 5 a.m. She's one of those people you want to hit with your Monday morning mug smack in the face. If only she wasn't so damn nice it makes you feel bad for even visualizing hitting her."Great, now you've got me thinking bad things about Anessa," I say snuggling back into the pillow and muffling the end of my sentence."What?" he asks trying to pull the covers away from how I tucked them around my body."Never mind.""Princess, I have to go to work but before I can, we need
ElliotFive years later"No, sweetie, we only get one puppy today." I squat getting on the same level as my daughter, Brandise.The round ball of fluff she squeezes onto with all her might so he doesn't run away licks her across the face and she giggles. "Daddy, they're twins just me and Bray. They have to stay together."My eyes flick back and forth between each dog. One held in the tight grip of Brandise and the other being sized up by my son. Their mother, Harley, a woman who took too long for me to figure she meant everything stands between the two of them with her lips pinched together not helping me in this situation. She's left me out in the cold on my own.The two puppy siblings look alike, but in my eyes every Yorkie looks the same. How can you tell them apart? The puppies my babies held both had a lighter colored face than Rocky, but other than that they were big puffballs of fur."Sweetie, Rocky only needs one brother," I try again hoping to talk sense into her.
Elliot's steps are slow but sure as I hold open the bakery door to let him get through the space. Once he's cleared the way, I stand beside him in case he needs me for support as he makes his way to the first table in the busy sitting section. You wouldn't expect a shoulder injury to cause issues walking, but with each movement his body makes, his shoulder sways with the force and his face grimaces.It's too soon for him to be up and moving, but I couldn't make him listen to reason.He finds his seat and plops in it heavily, the chair legs scraping on the tile. The people around us stop what they're doing and turn before a small round of applause starts from behind the bakery counter and then picks up including people from every space in the bakery. Elliot turns to the noise, catching everyone in their adoration, and scowls until the clapping fades."Cupcakes for everyone," Anessa says smiling from her spot at the counter. "Especially for our new hero."Elliot's scowl deepens.
Dominick releases a breath and sucks in another one as if preparing himself for this new life. "Are you positive? Because there are very eligible bachelors in my club. A brother could keep you safe."I don't argue with him that Elliot kept me safe. Well at least until he got shot, and no one can blame a man for that. He literally stuck his body in between me and a loaded weapon. How much more could he have done?Plus I could never live life in the club again. Now after experiencing life on my own. "Yeah, and then they'd cheat on me or go to prison."Dominick shakes his head. "My men aren't that way. They love hard and deep. I changed the club here, Harley. It's different from how we grew up in Colorado."There's honesty in his words, but it will never be enough to bring me back. "Elliot is mine."Dom shakes his head once, admitting defeat. "Fine. Onto topic two. I met your father," he says father accusatorily like I've been keeping something from him.Which, in a way, I hav
Without warning there's another harsh pop in the air like someone shooting off a firecracker, and then red blossoms in the middle of Pete's forehead. His body falls back hitting the ground once again. The thud is too far away to hear, but I swear my body feels the vibration.Holy fuck.My ears ring from the gunfire as men pool around us each of them yelling things back and forth. It's coordinated chaos. An ambulance with its lights flashing speeds over the highway."That man took three bullets to the chest," Huxley mutters to himself shaking his head. "I haven't seen anything that crazy since Thailand."... The steady beat of Elliot's hospital machines lulls me into a restless sleep as my head rests on Elliot's hand."Harley," a deep voice whispers in my ear, shaking my shoulder. "Har."In a start my head pops up and my eyes search Elliot's face, but his hand still rests underneath my head, a pool of my drool sticking between his fingers."Still drool, huh? I wouldn't
"Dominick won't pay anything for me," I lie.Pete laughs. "Don't want money. I'm looking to trade you for a free get-out-of-town card. If he won't offer me his protection, you'll be a going away gift to my men. They're upset with having to leave. I'm sure you understand.""What?" Fear causes me to choke out the word as a hundred images flash through my brain of what he could mean, but only one is sick and depraved enough for this man.He smirks. "They'll love you if the Impaler doesn't."I fall to my knees against the back of his seat. "No, please don't." I'd rather he shoot me now than do what his smile promises. He means I'm to be a sexual gift given to his men and passed between them. I'd never survive. Sure, Dom trained me in basic self-defense skills, but my mother sheltered me from club life so I only heard the evils of the world through others. Until now, I never once felt concern for my safety. Not the way I do now.The cargo van travels on the highway, passing a bill
"Stand up, Fucker."Elliot scoots away from me as I claw deftly on his leg trying to hold on and keep him close. He turns, not making any sudden movements and puts his body in front of mine to shield me once again from the nasties of life."Let's not do anything drastic, Pete." Elliot takes a step forward with his hand held out defensively.I twist seeing the old man wearing a pair of board shorts, a blue Hawaiian shirt with palm trees, and flip-flops on his feet standing in the middle of the beach. He resembles a tourist who belongs in Florida not a man running a drug ring in Pelican Bay. He sneers at me taking the tension from Elliot for just a moment and waving the gun in his direction as if either of us could forget it's there."She's the only one who can name me. Without her I can pick up shop and start somewhere fresh and there's nothing you can do about it. You guys don't have shit on me.""You're standing in the middle of a public beach during the day, Pete," Elliot t
He flinches as of my question has hurt him, but I'm the child who didn't have a father. "I got out early for good behavior and I looked up your mother. I learned what happened. Sorry about your loss," he says. The words are stagnant as if he knows what he's supposed to say but struggles with the meaning. Yet, something in the inflection makes me believe he means each one. His eyes turn soft, possibly remembering his time with my mother.My life has never been cupcakes and cookies, but the last month has been indescribable except for the word surreal. First, I had no father, then I picked up a club president for a stepdad, lost him, and now gained back the original. What is happening to my life?"What will happen now?"My father shakes his head and stares at me with a touch of a smile tweaking his lips. "I'm out of the club life. Plan to take the straight and narrow from here on out."I hold back the cringe at his promise. It's one I've heard from club brothers my entire life. E
Elliot shakes his head, his fingers curving around the handle of his gun. His face pinches together as if he has so much to say, but is staying silent for me.Until he doesn't anymore."Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on?"He's not the only one looking for answers. "Me too. Mom said you died in a motorcycle crash. Drove your bike over a mountain ledge one night." She hadn't said he'd been drinking, but I've filled in the blanks for myself as I aged.My father's teeth come together hard making a gnashing sound I hear even from my position. "Yeah well. She thought it would be better than the true story. Easier for both of you to move on rather than wait around on me living only a half-life.""Then what is the true story?" After my mom left Dominick's dad, it was the three of us together. I always believed we never hid any secrets from one another.My father shakes his head and stares at me but looks past me as if he's reliving the memories himself. "She s
My gaze and thoughts flip to the back door, but I'm too far away to reach it before he could shoot me.The man is younger than Pete and not the person I saw put a bullet in someone earlier this month, but he's old enough to be my father. His skin is leathered and wrinkled as if he's spent a lifetime in the sun. His jeans are loose and a leather jacket lacking any MC cut is wrapped around his body. Not a Bloodhound.I stand next to the kitchen island breathing heavily while trying to come up with an escape plan as the two of us stare at one another unmoving.He speaks first. "Now, Harley, is this any way to greet the old man who named you?"His words scatter in my brain, startling me into paying attention, all my plans of escape lost. "Excuse me? My father named me."It was one of the few stories I had of the man who shared such a brief relationship with my mother. "He wanted to pay homage to the best...""Damn motorcycle company the US has ever seen," he finishes my sentenc